You try to wake up fast enough to catch yourself sleeping – and succeed.

You talk to yourself in the 3rd person.

It’s okay to fail, so long as you are not alone.

You frequently catch yourself saying “What?? We had homework??”

a good night’s sleep is 5 hours

16+2= …wait let me get my graphing calculator!

you have theoretical physics discussions at parties

the number on your screen name corresponds to the page number that character you use for your screen name has an appearance in the book you got it from

you understand the above the first time you read it

whenever you’re watching a movie you find all the motifs and themes…without trying

you start to laugh hysterically when you’re writing a bibliography because a book has TWO authors

you spend all your time complaining about your work, then do it hurriedly because you want to get to bed and don’t know where all the time went

you brag that you only got 2 hours of sleep last night

you write a two page answer to a one sentence question

you enjoy complaining and scaring underclassmen (yeah, and they gave us 500 pages of History, but I managed to do that even though my back is now permanently damaged by the weight of my backpack, and the track bugs almost got me so I was exhausted from running… etc.)

you love telling your boyfriend/girlfriend the story your math teacher told you

this number means something: 42

you forget to breathe

your main addiction is to sleep…and you’re always experiencing withdrawal.

your backpack is heavier than you are.

You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you’ve said it before.

you complain that you can’t store notes on your graphing calculator for the IB English exam.

you can’t enjoy a heart-warming cartoon because the French grammar is wrong.

You know the chemical composition of the ugly brown stains on the ceiling tiles.

You see 0110 1001 0110 1001 and get horny.

Your Theory of Knowledge class has you seriously thinking if Hitler was justified in killing those 6 million Jews.

You make a date to do homework together and you actually do.

Your pick-up lines include compliments on the quality of her (his) epidermis and the wonderful shape of her (his) occipital plate.

You wonder about things like what would happen if your car travelled at the speed of light and you turned your lights on.

You skip breakfast so you can get to school early to get in some extra cramming time and gain that “upper edge” on the rest of the class.

The bags under your eyes are heavier than the ones carrying your textbooks.

Desperate to fill up your CAS hours, you claim watching a black and white movie as “creativity” and walking your dog as “activity”, and your teacher approves it.

Explaining is too difficult – you just tell people the answers.

You plead insanity on a research paper.

Your plea is accepted by your teacher.

You actually read all the above!!

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aleen

wahhh so true many of them! does this mean i am diagnosed with the IB cancer? hee hee